John holds his dying friend at Khe-Sanh
As the drops of blood, paint the jungle floor
The world no, it could not understand, and so it goes
Left alone to face the pain
Where are you, Friend?
We are our experience, our memories, the pain we store
Past and present, is there a future?
Drops of blood. The raven cries, nevermore
And as he holds his friend, John cries, nevermore
John's old service pistol, lies there smoking
As the drops of blood, stain the hardwood floor
The silent sounds, when will we notice? But, so it goes
Left alone to face the pain
Where are you, Friend?
We are our experience, our memories, the pain we store
Past and present, is there a future?
Drops of blood. The raven cries, nevermore
The Angels cry, ohh, they cry, nevermore
Johnny's head in his hands, the shadows scream
Tears fall like darkness, from his desert past
Now, let us all, finally notice And, so they know
Side by side, to face the pain
I am here, my Friend
We are our experience, our memories, lessons we store
Past and present, into the future
Drops of blood. The raven cries, nevermore
The People cry, let us cry, nevermore